Saturday 23 September 2017

Justin Quinn

Justin Quinn

  IRISH BAR, PHILADELPHIA   Now they’re postmodern. They talk about the Cause purely to get a rise out of the git who’s Irish...
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UK & Irish Poetry Issue

Throughout the month of October B O D Y will be publishing poetry by poets from across Britain, Scotland, Wales & Ireland.

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Justin Quinn

Because the Wounded Child crooned in my ear, / ‘You cunt. You are the fuck-up in all this. / The Man will help you leave. But first come here. / The Woman in the Dress would like a kiss.’

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Miriam Gamble

Where – aimlessly – did a guy like this / get hold of a thing like that, the mercenary wonders, though. / (A lovely piece: true vintage, if it’s a day.)...

Justin Quinn

Justin Quinn

I have been easily mistaken / by the perhaps red eyes of this, / a small fly, for a side of bacon, / cheese, old fruit or piece of piss.

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